“We are 180km away from Kolkata, in my firm house” he answered.
“Oh” I sighed.
He moved my hair; they were coming to my face. “You are looking very sexy tonight”
“Thanks, You Like?” I said, suddenly waiting for his approval and hoping he is considering taking all of me in.
“Yeah,” he nodded. “It’s fun and… and a little sexy.”
“Just a little sexy?” Instantly the hope that had just been crushed was rejuvenated.
“You would have recognized that the men at the restaurant were gazing at you since you would have definitely attracted attention if you had seen them.,” he said.
I laughed again and asked “what are we doing here?” I asked, with an ever so slyly flirtatious tone.
I was exhausted that midnight. But regardless of the time or location, I was ready to chat to him and spend time with him. I only desired to spend more time with him. more chuckles, more life.
“What are we doing here?” he asked, returning my earlier question with the exact same one.
“What do you mean?” I asked. “That’s the question I just asked you.”
Then we both laughed. Suddenly he placed his one hand on upper thighs, very close to my pussy which I didn’t mind at all just looked into each other’s eyes.
“And what do you need?” I asked even more submissively tone, his hand not moving at all, simply resting there.
“What do you need?” He asked me once again, infuriating me by responding to my inquiry with yet another question–and, to make matters worse, the identical question.
“Why am I here?” I asked, as he pressed his palm on my thighs, sending a chill up my pussy. “And that’s not an existential question, I mean why am I here tonight?”
“Why do you think you’re here?” he asked back.
“I’m beginning to ask myself that same question,” I said, getting more frustrated by his questions.
“Look, we both know why you’re here,” he said, his hand drifting up absolutely close to my pussy just an inch away.
“Because you ordered me here,” I said, trying to be as blunt as possible about my submissive nature.
“‘Ordered’. Isn’t it an interesting choice of a verb.” He asked again.
“How so?” I asked coyly, as if I hadn’t purposefully chosen that specific word.
“Did I actually order you here?”
“More or less,” I said. “Did I have a choice?”
“Certainly,” he said. “I’ll never insist on your doing anything you don’t wish to do. You could have easily counter-suggested I drop you off at your flat.” By saying that he started the car again and pulled down the hand break. I grabbed his hand and “I didn’t wish to be rude,” I tried to explain.
“Perhaps so,” he stopped and put his hand again on my thighs, this time even closer. It’s almost I could feel his fingers on my pussy yet so far. This feeling making my heart running 4 times faster. Then he shrugged and rubbing middle finger slowly very close to my pussy, mentioned “It’s clear you aren’t satisfied with the life you lead once you leave this behind.”
“How so?” I asked, becoming more and more drawn in by his eyes, his touch, and his words.
“I think you already know the answer,” he said softly, almost but not quite a whisper, his eyes still connected to mine.
“Just tell me,” I said.
“Does Amar understand what you need?” he finally asked.
“Heavens no,” I admitted, “he doesn’t have a fucking clue.” I said it bluntly.
“And what is it you need?” he asked his hands were going under my dress and finally touched my horny and wet shaved pussy, over my thong.
I moaned “ohhh!” and certainly closed my eyes. It’s been such a long time since someone else was touching me. With that sensation I folded my both fists, “You know what I need,” I insisted, becoming flustered, excited, rattled… soaking wet.
“I do know, yes,” he agreed. “I know exactly what you need and how to provide it.”
“umhhh,” I let out a louder moan this time as he slowly started rubbing his fingers on my clit, still over my thong.
“But…” he paused, stopped rubbing his fingers but kept those on my pussy, I looked at him, he smiled on my reaction, this seduction, this whatever, “But first I need you to tell me what you want, and to say it clearly.”
“Please don’t make me do that,” I pleaded, making eye contact with his.
“Anupama, I never make anyone do anything they don’t wish to,” he mentioned and slid his fingers inside my thong touching my naked flesh directly. I moved my both legs apart to easier access for him, so that he can slide his fingers inside my moist pussy. Instead, he slowly kept drifting back and forth his finger on my clit “But we both know I have the knowledge and ability to give you everything you desperately need and desire.”
I moaned louder “ummhhhhh”, my heart racing and my pussy burning… I knew I would cave, but I still wanted to show some form of resistance.
With his hand slowly progressing upwards and downwards on my already very stimulated… and uncovered… pussy, “and he asked me again “does he give you what you need? Does he understand what you need?”
“No,” I said, my body trembling at his touch, at his words. “He cannot.”
“Then Anupama, what do you need?” he asked me again.
“It’s just so embarrassing to say,” I complained, while his fingers slowly explored around my pussy.
“Why did you dress like this?” he asked, his eyes never once leaving mine, as he parted my both pussy lips.
“I just wanted to look sexy” I lied and closed my eyes.
“Really?”
“Umhmmm” I moaned and tried to acknowledge as well.
“Why is that?” he asked.
“I don’t know” as I lied again, he pulled his fingers out. I looked at him this time with disappointed eyes, I couldn’t say a word but blush with embarrassment. [Later he mentioned he loves this look on my face when I look at him with confident but with guilt and embarrassment, my eyes get small and I press my lips to each other.]. It was feeling awesome and suddenly it stopped.
“So, are you telling me you’re ready to begin cross the line?”
He got out of the car and opened the door for me “Come with me, I wanna show you something new and very secret”
“Sure,” I agreed with a smile as I held his hand and followed him. Unable to walk properly in my four-inch heel in that cold midnight.
He unlocked the main gate, by looking at me requested “Would you please remove your heels? Deepa or stella both doesn’t like getting the floors dirty.”
“Deepa?” being curious I asked. A thought floated in my mind, my mother’s name is Deepali so sometimes I used to call her “Deepa”, also back at home he mentioned my mother’s reference with a long pause “Deepa” then “Aunty”. It was totally weird but to be honest it made a little tingle in my pussy thinking about it.
“Yes” he answered.
“Who is Deepa?” being curious I asked.
Totally ignoring my question, he passed compliment, “I particularly like your toenails painted red like that.”
“I had been recently manicured and my toenails matched my fingernails which matched my lipstick… all of them ruby red.” I showcased him.
“A woman should accentuate all of her assets.”
“My toes are assets?”
“A beautiful woman’s legs, feet and toes combine into a potentially lethal combination, don’t you think?”
“Oh? Perhaps, I’ve never thought about it,” I responded.
We walked through the hallway straight to his one of the bedrooms. I playfully throw my hand bag & heals on the bed, and sat on the edge of the bed with crossed leg. As I sat on the bed, I bounced a little and I realized my whole body shook. That mattress was more than ten inches thick. I glanced a little everywhere “Nice place”.
He smiled. Blinked.
“So?” I looked at the bedsheet and gently started rubbing my fingers, avoiding eye contact with him, expecting to get fucked on the same bed. After a brief moment of silence, I finally with a shy blush looked at him. Even though I was pretending to be confident but deep down, I was scared as hell. My heartbeat was racing like a bullet train. Obviously, he could totally read my mind or feel what I was feeling inside.
He then walked towards his large full-length closet, opened the second door, it was totally empty. Being curious I chuckled “We both will fit there properly?”,
“No, I actually keep my sluts inside the room and FUCK” he opened the secret door inside that closet. I felt embarrassed by his words. I stood up quietly, walked close to that.
I gasped, stopping dead in my tracks, ran my eyes all over the room, standing at the door. It was huge thirty by thirty feet room, full of tables and sofas here and there. Way big; more than my parent’s home, [I born and brought up in an eight by ten room, a little three by eight corridor which we used to call it kitchen, and at the back of the room we had our bathroom, covered with torn flex, so we always used to hang some fabric, just in case we need to go to bathroom in the morning or evening] and almost two times big than our bedroom.
At the very left, there was a wall-shelf till the end of the wall with lots of racks, full of costumes. Next to that closet there was a huge mirror and in front of it a huge couch facing the mirror. Next to that mirror there was a small shelf almost 3feet height of it. In that there were variety of dog collars. Next to that shelf, there was a huge cage and in front of that cage there was a table, large and square. Right in front of it there is another couch. Next to the cage there was a little gap. Then there was a square bathroom covered with glass, inside that, there was a commode and a showerhead only. Three suction dildo was fixed on the glass door all in different heights, and another on fixed on the edge of the commode cistern.
Next to that bathroom, there was a huge bath tub and wall shelf behind, full of towels. Next to that there was a huge X and many ropes and some other things were hanging on that or near that. Then the huge balcony and a couch as well. The balcony was covered with sliding door. Right side wall starts when the balcony end. On the wall a huge TV was hanging. Then there is a huge empty space. Coming back to the right-side corner there was another couch. At the edge of the door, another shelf, full of whips, ropes and many more things that I don’t know yet. And finally at the middle of the room there was a weird stand, having lot of clips and a seat with bindings.
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